Breaking Free

Chapter Six

When his little sub froze on his shoulder, Nolan smiled and slid his finger another inch into the tightness between her legs. She squirmed again, this time uncontrollably. The tantalizing scent of her arousal mingled with her light fragrance of strawberries. He nodded at the club members he knew and smiled at Mistress Anne who was followed by her sweat-streaked, exhausted…glowing…sub.

At the back of the club, he went down the long hallway. The windows on the right showed the medical room where some lucky male sub was getting an enema. Then the dungeon. Nolan turned left and into the playroom.

The flickering sconces in the playroom illumined dark red walls covered with fancy ironwork. A very, very big bed covered with black satin filled the entire room leaving only two feet of walking room around the edges. Ropes and chains with cuffs were attached to the bed frame sides and dangled from the iron headboard and footboard. The dark music of Depeche Mode drowned out the sounds of the club. Two other couples were using the room and had apparently migrated together to make one happy foursome.

Nolan chose an empty corner near the head of the bed and dropped the little rabbit onto her back.

She sat up, looked around, and realized where they were. Some of the worry faded from her eyes, but the confusion remained. Apparently he’d found another place she hadn’t used before. Good enough.

“Wrists, please,” he said, holding his hand out. She set her wrists in them without a pause, a well-trained sub. He flattened her on her back and secured her cuffs to the headboard. Resting a hip on the bed, he enjoyed the sight of her in the dim light of the room. Big turquoise eyes. Red hair spilling out over the black satin cover. Her breasts had no sag, sitting up nicely on her rib cage. He slowly ran a hand over her erect nipples, watched them peak. Her arms and legs were slender, but muscles rippled under the soft female padding. Her ribs showed, her stomach concave with no fat there at all. She could use a few more pounds on her.

The hair of her pussy glinted a pretty red-brown that matched the freckles over her shoulders and cheeks. Of course, he preferred bare…something he’d deal with at a later time.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her nervousness overcoming her discipline.

He smiled. A sub shouldn’t be terrified, but a little anxiety was good. He ran a finger between her pretty breasts down the center of her stomach. “Just enjoying the view, sugar. I like to look at you.”

She blushed, the compliment confusing her more than anything he’d done yet.

He leaned down and pleased himself by taking her lips, easing into a demanding kiss. She tasted of orange juice with her own sweetness underneath. He pulled back and ran his finger over her wet lips. “I intend to put that mouth to a different use one of these days. Will that be a problem?”

She had just enough time to shake her head before he held her head between his hands and captured her mouth again. The little quiver, the slight arch of her body said she liked being secured and overpowered.

And he enjoyed the hell out of doing it. He moved down her body, spent some time bringing her nipples to a darker color, sucking the velvety tips until they peaked long and narrow. Until the scent of her arousal surrounded her body.

“Spread your legs for me.” He waited until she complied, her eyes holding just a touch of fear now. Right on the edge of fear was where trust could grow. Since the gentle path of time and communication-and nice Doms-hadn’t worked for her, he’d take her to the mountains instead.

He studied her and then smiled. How many times could he get her off before her eyes would lose the wariness and look only dazed? Be worth the effort to find out. So he settled himself between her thighs and licked upward through the center of her folds and right over her clit. Her stomach muscles clenched, and he heard the sharp intake of breath. She’d probably come to expect slow from him. Time to learn different.

With firm fingers, he spread her pussy lips open, exposed her glistening clit, and sucked it into his mouth. Her cry rang through the room, and he could see her hands grasp the iron bars of the headboard. Smart girl. Hang on tight. His tongue rubbed her clit, up and down, stroking relentlessly, first one side, then the other, and as it emerged from the hood, he licked right over the top. She came immediately, still muffling her cries, her hips trying to bounce despite his forearms pressing her flat.

No screaming? She wasn’t losing it yet, then. He slid up her body, covering her, enjoying the feel of her breasts against his chest. She felt so delicate with little hipbones poking him and a prominent collarbone to slide his tongue over. She blinked at him, and he saw awareness return a little too quickly. Yes, he definitely had work to do yet.

“Thank you, Sir,” she whispered.

She probably didn’t realize how much he enjoyed eating pussy. Many Doms didn’t. More fools them. A woman was never more vulnerable than when bound with her legs spread wide and a tongue on her clit. “We’ll see if you still thank me when I’m done.”

As her brows drew together, he snatched another kiss before returning to his labors. He added some finger-fucking. She had a nice snug little sheath and an easily accessible G-spot. When she arched up this time, a high cry escaped her. Not quite a scream, but not bad. When he lay back over her, her breathing sounded ragged, and her heart rate had definitely increased.

“Thank you,” she said, looking unsure whether he should be thanked. Three orgasms in a fifteen-minute period didn’t seem like much to him, but she’d had a long dry spell there. “What about you, Sir?”

The question, despite her obvious shrinking away, warmed his heart, and he ran a finger over her soft cheek. “You’re right, little rabbit; it’s my turn.” Remembering the Dom who’d taken her earlier, he added, “I don’t think I’ll need any lube, do you?”

She flushed.

Beth prepared herself mentally as Sir rolled off her to kneel beside his toy bag. She didn’t mind being taken, not really, although it didn’t do anything for her, and made her feel…used…sometimes, like just a-

He stripped off his shirt, and her mind blanked. His chest seemed bigger as the shadowy light flickered over strong pectorals and ridged abdominal muscles. With easy movements, he undid his leathers and sheathed himself in a condom. He took something from his bag. Picking up her feet, he slid it up her legs. She lifted her head. It looked almost like a thong with a tiny rubber triangle. He adjusted the soft piece until it lay right on top of her clit. Her very sensitive clit.

“What’s that?”

“You’ve never played with a butterfly before?” The sun lines at the corners of his eyes crinkled. “We’ll discuss your impressions later tonight.” After dropping a tiny device beside her head, he settled on top of her, kneeing her legs apart. The bare skin of his chest felt searingly hot against her breasts. His thick erection pressed against her pussy, and he reached down to swirl it in her wetness. When he picked up the little device and something clicked, she realized it was a remote control.

The butterfly thing hummed, vibrating gently on her clit. She stiffened at the feel of it, her mouth dropping open when her body began to rouse in spite of how many times she’d come.

He smiled, his eyes hungry. He bent his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth, nipping hard enough to have her jerk, hard enough to send zinging sensations through her body to join the seething tension pooling in her lower half from the…thing.

Her hips rocked up and down as she approached another climax. Her vagina involuntarily tightened, and her legs, pressed widely open by his body, trembled.

“I think you’re ready, now, don’t you?” he murmured. With one hand, he positioned himself and thrust into her, deep and fast.

Every nerve in her body short-circuited all at once. “Aaah!” Electricity shot from her pussy through her, searing all the way to her toes and fingertips. Her vagina convulsed around his cock.

“There’s a good girl,” he murmured and took her mouth for a deep kiss. When he drew back, he braced himself on his forearms and looked in her eyes, then smiled slightly at whatever he’d seen.

She sure didn’t know. She felt confused, like she’d fallen into a different world, one filled with heat and sensation and light. Stunned, she realized the vibrations over her clit had stopped.

Her breathing slowed eventually, and her heart stopped hammering on the inside of her ribs. After a minute, she frowned. He hadn’t come… “Sir, you-”

He grinned at her, the amusement in his eyes as obvious as his enjoyment of her. And then he moved, pushing his cock deeper into her, and she realized he’d barely entered her before. Oh, God, he was much, much bigger than she was used to. She began to feel overstretched, filled unbearably full. She yanked at her hands, wanting to push him away, but he continued relentlessly, his black gaze focused on her eyes, her face.

Finally he stopped, and she could feel his balls pressing against her. His cock was so thick in her that she could barely breathe.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked. As if he didn’t know.

“Yes.” But her body had begun to adjust, the devastating sense of invasion subsiding. “No. No, Sir.”

“Honest sub.” His eyes warmed with approval in a way that made her feel…good. Valued.

As her body relaxed, her hands unfisted, and she drew a deeper breath.

“There we go.” His lips curved. He moved inside her, and she gasped at the overwhelming feeling. He slid out slowly, pressed back in, and continued, increasing his speed by fractions.

There was no pain now. She didn’t feel all that involved, but tried to cooperate, tightening her muscles, moving her hips.

He chuckled and captured her mouth in a hot, wet kiss. “Sex is a team sport, sugar.” Reaching over her head, he hit the remote, and the butterfly thing hummed right over her clit. The vibrations were faster and stronger this time. He moved inside her relentlessly now, each thrust slamming the thing into her.

As the intense vibrations pulsed into her clit, her insides flared to life as if a fire had been sparked. Her pussy contracted as each stroke sent her higher. Her clit throbbed, the slide of his cock wakening more nerves with each long glide. Her hips pressed up trying to get more.

When he slowed, she whimpered.

The vibrations stopped, but somehow her clit seemed to have absorbed them, leaving her body strung taut, right on the edge. “Please, Sir.” She pushed her hips up.

He lowered his weight, keeping her immobile. Balancing on his elbows, he set his big hands on each side of her face, forcing her to look into his dangerous eyes. “Do you like having me inside you, Beth?” He moved just enough to send shudders through her.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Do you trust me, Beth?”

“I-” His eyes… She couldn’t lie when he looked at her like that, when he surrounded her, inside, outside. “I-”

“All right then, I want you to say the words whether you believe them or not.” He moved inside her slowly, keeping her so close to the edge that her body couldn’t relax. His rough voice deepened. “‘I trust you, Master Nolan. You will keep me safe.’ Say that.”

She hesitated, and he stopped moving. Oh, God. “I trust you, Master Nolan. You will keep me safe.” But she didn’t trust him; she didn’t trust anyone.

He slid out. In. The sensation so intense her body tried to arch against him. He held her in place. “Again.”

“God, please…” she pleaded, met only implacable black eyes, and pushed the words out, “I trust you, Master Nolan. You will keep me safe.”

He gave her two slow strokes and stopped. Waited.

“I trust you, Master Nolan. You will keep me safe.” She hurried the words, needing more.

Three strokes, each one searing down her nerve paths, sparks flaring from the contact. Stopped.

Whimpers mingled with the words. “I trust you, Master Nolan. You will keep me safe.” A breath. “I trust you, Master Nolan. You will keep me safe.”

The words turned into a chant, burning into her brain as he started stroking again with hard, sure thrusts.

“I trust you, Master Nolan. You will keep me safe.” His eyes held hers transfixed, and she felt something inside her soul shiver and crack. Tears ran down her cheeks. “I trust you, Master Nolan. You will keep me safe.” The words took on an urgency, a reality as he melded their bodies together, as her muscles strained against his.

And then the vibrations over her clit started again even as he sped up. The sensations rolled through her like an unstoppable earthquake, and her world burst apart with a shattering orgasm. Her eyes went blind as her insides convulsed, billowing around the thick, intruding cock, setting off more and more spasms. She could hear herself screaming.

When her shudders slowed, he started to thrust again, and she arched up into him with another cry. His cock seemed to swell as he hammered into her with short, fast strokes. He gave a guttural groan, and she felt his cock jerk inside her, each movement making her pussy clench.

“Oh, God,” she whispered. Her mind had gone out of focus. Her heart beat so forcefully it should have knocked him off of her.

He chuckled. “No need to go that far. ‘Oh, Master’ will do.”

She was too far gone to do more than frown at him.

He chuckled again and nibbled her neck as he reached up to undo her cuffs, then rolled, still seated firmly inside her twitching vagina, and settled her firmly on top of him. His hand pressed her head down into the hollow of his shoulder. “Shhh, sugar. Time to relax.”

Her arms hurt as she moved to grasp his wide shoulders. Her fingers dug in, as though, if she could hang onto him firmly enough, her world would stop spinning. His muscles flexed under her hands. She couldn’t seem to think, but it didn’t matter. She knew she’d normally be trembling right now, except she was too exhausted, too limp. The sounds of the others coupling and talking in the room seemed distant. Unimportant.

Licking her dry lips, she tried to speak, not knowing what to say. The chant echoed in her head, diminishing slowly until only one word remained. Safe, safe, safe.

His hand moved over her back, warm against the cooling sweat covering her body. He massaged her tender bottom, pressing her hips against him and chuckling when her vagina spasmed weakly. The fragrance of sex surrounded her, mingling with Sir’s soapy, musky scent and her own.

His voice rumbled, low and a little husky. The sound of a satisfied man. The sound of Sir. “I enjoyed that very much, Beth.”

The open pleasure sent a glow through her. How long had it been since a Dom had been happy with her? She snuggled closer.

“I like your body,” he murmured, his hand cupping her bottom. “I like all those muscles you have. Your fiery hair. Your freckles.”

She hated her freckles. “I always wanted skin the color of yours.” She ran her hand over his chest, enjoying the feel of satiny skin stretched over his contoured curves. “I like your muscles too.”

“You’re not worried about my strength being used against you?”

The question shot fear through her, and she knew he felt her stiffen. His hand stroked her hair.

“Beth, answer me.”

She pressed her forehead to his chest, inhaled his warmth. “Sometimes. Yes.”

“Thank you for being honest.” He lifted her up enough to look into her eyes. “The one thing I insist upon is honesty. Don’t ever lie to me.” The roughness of his voice rubbed over her senses like gravel in an open wound, and she shivered.

Could not admitting something be considered a lie?